Baibo did not look particularly flustered. On the contrary, a smile appeared on his face.
If a few random Tribulation Transcendence cultivators could thoroughly suppress the Eight Great Heavenly Demons,
then the demons of those years would have been hunted down and exterminated long ago.
Tribulation Transcendence cultivators were rare in this world, but only a handful truly had names that shook it.
The Buddhist Sect had so many Dust-Matters Buddhas, all with Tribulation Transcendence cultivation, but how many people truly remembered their names?
Only a reputation forged through battle would truly stick in people's minds.
Baibo rose into the air, and the repulsive force on his body instantly faded. As expected, a method capable of affecting a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator could not be maintained for long.
He also leaped past Huang Miao, looking straight at Chu Xingchen, who had yet to say a word and wore an utterly solemn expression.
Over these past days, even without trying to listen, Baibo's ears had long since been filled with Xu Linglong's scheming voice.
Baibo did not know whether she was advising him or poking fun at him.
Chu Xingchen's skill with his mouth was about on par with his skill in a fight-ferocious as hell.
"With that temperament of yours, don't go making your own decisions. Just answer whatever Chu Xingchen asks you. Don't let a couple of remarks rile you up and send you off to your death."
Yet Chu Xingchen was not saying a word now.
When things strayed from the norm, something sinister was afoot.
Baibo reached out and gripped a somewhat rust-speckled black Gilded Spear, pointing it straight at Huang Miao as he transmitted his voice to Xu Linglong in the distance:
"Something's wrong. It's an ambush. Should we retreat?"
Huang Miao looked contemptuous, and his figure